Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
| «رُوحِي تَلِفَتْ. أَيَّامِي ٱنْطَفَأَتْ. إِنَّمَا ٱلْقُبُورُ لِي. | ١ |
2 Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?
| «لَوْلَا ٱلْمُخَاتِلُونَ عِنْدِي، وَعَيْنِي تَبِيتُ عَلَى مُشَاجَرَاتِهِمْ. | ٢ |
3 Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?
| كُنْ ضَامِنِي عِنْدَ نَفْسِكَ. مَنْ هُوَ ٱلَّذِي يُصَفِّقُ يَدِي؟ | ٣ |
4 For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].
| لِأَنَّكَ مَنَعْتَ قَلْبَهُمْ عَنِ ٱلْفِطْنَةِ، لِأَجْلِ ذَلِكَ لَا تَرْفَعُهُمُ. | ٤ |
5 He that betrayeth friends for a prey — even the eyes of his children shall fail.
| ٱلَّذِي يُسَلِّمُ ٱلْأَصْحَابَ لِلسَّلْبِ، تَتْلَفُ عُيُونُ بَنِيهِ. | ٥ |
6 And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.
| أَوْقَفَنِي مَثَلًا لِلشُّعُوبِ، وَصِرْتُ لِلْبَصْقِ فِي ٱلْوَجْهِ. | ٦ |
7 And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.
| كَلَّتْ عَيْنِي مِنَ ٱلْحُزْنِ، وَأَعْضَائِي كُلُّهَا كَٱلظِّلِّ. | ٧ |
8 Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;
| يَتَعَجَّبُ ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمُونَ مِنْ هَذَا، وَٱلْبَرِئُ يَنْتَهِضُ عَلَى ٱلْفَاجِرِ. | ٨ |
9 But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.
| أَمَّا ٱلصِّدِّيقُ فَيَسْتَمْسِكُ بِطَرِيقِهِ، وَٱلطَّاهِرُ ٱلْيَدَيْنِ يَزْدَادُ قُوَّةً. | ٩ |
10 But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.
| «وَلَكِنِ ٱرْجِعُوا كُلُّكُمْ وَتَعَالَوْا، فَلَا أَجِدُ فِيكُمْ حَكِيمًا. | ١٠ |
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.
| أَيَّامِي قَدْ عَبَرَتْ. مَقَاصِدِي، إِرْثُ قَلْبِي، قَدِ ٱنْتَزَعَتْ. | ١١ |
12 They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.
| يَجْعَلُونَ ٱللَّيْلَ نَهَارًا، نُورًا قَرِيبًا لِلظُّلْمَةِ. | ١٢ |
| إِذَا رَجَوْتُ ٱلْهَاوِيَةَ بَيْتًا لِي، وَفِي ٱلظَّلَامِ مَهَّدْتُ فِرَاشِي، (Sheol h7585) | ١٣ |
14 I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!
| وَقُلْتُ لِلْقَبْرِ: أَنْتَ أَبِي، وَلِلدُّودِ: أَنْتَ أُمِّي وَأُخْتِي، | ١٤ |
15 And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?
| فَأَيْنَ إِذًا آمَالِي؟ آمَالِي، مَنْ يُعَايِنُهَا؟ | ١٥ |
